::Time Heals All Wounds ::
[Chapter Eight]
[Reminiscences]
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"Kimi-chan!" Kogure's anguished whisper could not penetrate the fog that surrounded Kimi's mind.
She lay there, still, unmoving, save for the respirator that pumped air into her lungs, making her chest rise and fall rhythmically. It looked as if she was sleeping, but Kogure knew that she was in a deeper sleep, a sleep she might never wake up from.
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman came into the room. Kogure turned around and greeted her, "Sato-san…"
Sato Miyuki, Kimi's guardian, had tears in her eyes. Her beloved Kimi was lying there, hanging onto life by a mere thread. "Kogure-kun, has she woken up yet?"
Kogure shook his head mournfully, and the two who featured most highly in Kimi's life at that moment were united in sorrow.
Kimi had been walking with the team out of the gymnasium when she suddenly spotted a roadside stall selling her favourite – dried plums. Calling out her mission, she dashed across the road.
Only to be knocked down by a passing car.
A moment's carelessness.
Kogure shuddered at the memory of the accident. His voice had died in his throat, and he was unable to even call out her name when the crash occurred.
Another involuntary shudder passed through his body as he thought of the possible consequences. Death was one of them. The doctor had been kind, but matter-of-fact. The nurses had fussed around Kogure and Kimi, tut- tutting at the plight of the pair.
A girl with no family.
Yet one like a mother cried.
And another, more than a brother, cried.
The toy giraffe stood at the edge of the hospital bed, not forgotten by Miyuki.
Its face, stained with tears so many times, appeared both wise and comforting to Kogure. Its deep brown eyes, so like Kimi's, were equally sad, and seemed to stare straight into Kogure's soul. Kimi's eyes had lately borne a happier expression, a mirror to her happier soul. But no one had told that to the giraffe.
Its eyes were as piercing and as sad as Kimi's on the day that Kogure had met her in Shohoku.
It was unnerving.
It brought back so many memories of the short, yet wonderful, days they had shared.
Kogure remembered the times they had had ice cream in the park, strolling along and licking the creamy dessert. He remembered Kimi fighting with him for his chocolate one after she had dropped hers on the street when a dog ran in between her legs. She had won, of course, and they had ended up sharing.
He recalled the first time they had gone to play basketball together. She had surprised him with her skills, and her steep learning curve. He could still visualise her playing, bringing a feminine grace to the sport.
He reminisced about the sessions they had spent studying together, either in the comfort of Miyuki's large living room or in the school library. She had tutored him in English, and he had helped her with Japanese. She had been so full of life, and hence, brought vitality to an otherwise dull subject.
Most of all, he remembered the fight in the alley.
The day when he had first realised that he had feelings for her. The day when events made her falling into his arms so natural. The day when two became one.
Candlelight and soul forever
Dream of you and me together
Say you believe it, say you believe it
Free your mind of doubt and danger
be for real don't be a stranger
We can achieve it, we can achieve it
Come a little bit closer baby, get it on, get it on
'cause tonight, is the night, when 2 become 1
- excerpt from "2 become 1" by the Spice Girls
[Chapter Eight]
[Reminiscences]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and its characters do not belong to me!
Author's Note: I thrive on reviews, so go click that little button! If you liked this story, go check out my others as well!
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Icko14: Glad you checked this fic out!
White-angel: Wow, thanks for reviewing every chapter! Here's the next…enjoy!
Cookies: Thanks! I hope you'll love this chapter as well…
"Kimi-chan!" Kogure's anguished whisper could not penetrate the fog that surrounded Kimi's mind.
She lay there, still, unmoving, save for the respirator that pumped air into her lungs, making her chest rise and fall rhythmically. It looked as if she was sleeping, but Kogure knew that she was in a deeper sleep, a sleep she might never wake up from.
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman came into the room. Kogure turned around and greeted her, "Sato-san…"
Sato Miyuki, Kimi's guardian, had tears in her eyes. Her beloved Kimi was lying there, hanging onto life by a mere thread. "Kogure-kun, has she woken up yet?"
Kogure shook his head mournfully, and the two who featured most highly in Kimi's life at that moment were united in sorrow.
Kimi had been walking with the team out of the gymnasium when she suddenly spotted a roadside stall selling her favourite – dried plums. Calling out her mission, she dashed across the road.
Only to be knocked down by a passing car.
A moment's carelessness.
Kogure shuddered at the memory of the accident. His voice had died in his throat, and he was unable to even call out her name when the crash occurred.
Another involuntary shudder passed through his body as he thought of the possible consequences. Death was one of them. The doctor had been kind, but matter-of-fact. The nurses had fussed around Kogure and Kimi, tut- tutting at the plight of the pair.
A girl with no family.
Yet one like a mother cried.
And another, more than a brother, cried.
The toy giraffe stood at the edge of the hospital bed, not forgotten by Miyuki.
Its face, stained with tears so many times, appeared both wise and comforting to Kogure. Its deep brown eyes, so like Kimi's, were equally sad, and seemed to stare straight into Kogure's soul. Kimi's eyes had lately borne a happier expression, a mirror to her happier soul. But no one had told that to the giraffe.
Its eyes were as piercing and as sad as Kimi's on the day that Kogure had met her in Shohoku.
It was unnerving.
It brought back so many memories of the short, yet wonderful, days they had shared.
Kogure remembered the times they had had ice cream in the park, strolling along and licking the creamy dessert. He remembered Kimi fighting with him for his chocolate one after she had dropped hers on the street when a dog ran in between her legs. She had won, of course, and they had ended up sharing.
He recalled the first time they had gone to play basketball together. She had surprised him with her skills, and her steep learning curve. He could still visualise her playing, bringing a feminine grace to the sport.
He reminisced about the sessions they had spent studying together, either in the comfort of Miyuki's large living room or in the school library. She had tutored him in English, and he had helped her with Japanese. She had been so full of life, and hence, brought vitality to an otherwise dull subject.
Most of all, he remembered the fight in the alley.
The day when he had first realised that he had feelings for her. The day when events made her falling into his arms so natural. The day when two became one.
Candlelight and soul forever
Dream of you and me together
Say you believe it, say you believe it
Free your mind of doubt and danger
be for real don't be a stranger
We can achieve it, we can achieve it
Come a little bit closer baby, get it on, get it on
'cause tonight, is the night, when 2 become 1
- excerpt from "2 become 1" by the Spice Girls
